Rainy and windy through the night. Shutters bang, down pipes gurgle, window frames rattle. The heating breaks down. Sophie arrives in the kitchen to tell me what a time she's had. I sympathize.
The gale has passed through by the time we head off down the lane. At the storm drain on the top of the ridge we pause for a chat and a chance for dog and master to put the world to rights. The male PON is told, as he's told every morning, that this is Bobs country. Sophie goes ferreting for odoriferous excitement in the drainage ditch. We wave at the garagiste and the old farmer with the excitable Westie in his green Toyota Land Cruiser. They wave at us.
On our way to the bakers we detour via the petrol station on the motorway.
You know it's a French motorway service station because they're selling duck giblets and have Galette des Rois at the cash till.
At the outside tables Bob and Sophie are given a bowl of water and some Galette crumbs by a young cashier. She tells Sophie she's ' adorable' or in French - ah-door-ah-ble. To their surprise the PONs share their bowl of water with a gentle but thirsty Golden Retriever and his non-sighted master. Sophie whimpers when she is told to return to the car and leave her new friend. PONs are great socialites outside their own territory.
Thanks to France Musique for this Sunday morning 'O hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing!' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4oMfJNuV0g